Chapter 48 - The Legacy of the Blue Egg

Inside the grand dining hall, the long wooden table was set for a quiet family dinner.
At the exact center of the table sat a single, beautifully painted blue Easter egg decorated with tiny green leaves and yellow flowers—a permanent centerpiece crafted by Sofia to honor where our journey had truly begun.
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There was no fear of judgment, no cold aristocracy, and no conditional affection.
As we took our seats together—Andrés, Sofia, and I—the heavy oak doors remained wide open to the warm evening breeze, inviting the light in.